May the Woof be with you!
source: rejected Episode IX concept art
Theme: Songs for a Dying World, YouTube (sources in description)
Outer Rim Territories, Bonadan System
Bonadan
On the Slums
The Force holds many mysteries.
Some might say, so does Ruff Woofington.
It was not uncommon for others to question whether he was a dog wearing a robe, or some sentient member of an obscure species. Even among his own Jedi peers, many still debated whether he truly was Amaran - as was the unspoken consensus - or a quadruped beast given sapience by the enigmatic will of the Force.
On the one paw, Ruff could speak - more or less - with well-constructed sentences, and he was an avid reader and bibliophile. Having a much easier time reading words in print than when displayed on a screen - something to do with color blindness, as he often stated. And also, the sweet scent of leather.
On the other paw, he would rather remain on four legs than two, and he had the bad habit of smelling other people's... rear ends.
His lightsaber was strapped to an utility belt; in turn, covered by his gray Jedi robe, out of which only his snout stuck out. The aforementioned utility belt, aside from the usual miscellany, contained a dozen or so doggy biscuits, for Ruff was on a healthy and nutritious diet. Equal parts strict and delicious.
The Force has given a vision to Woofington, that a remarkable lost artifact was to be found on Bonadan. And, with such an auspicious name, the Jedi Master had no doubts regarding such portent.
After an eventful voyage - once, when they tried to cage him in the cargo bay along with the other pets, and twice when they served chocolate with nuts for dessert - he finally arrived on the planet. More precisely, on the fringes of one of the many sprawling industrial hubs, that had suffused around this world.
On such a location, where humanoid species coexisted with exotic ones, such as the therapod Tiss'shar or the avian Hiitians, Ruff Woofingtoon failed to draw the usual attention he did, on many of the other inhabited worlds. Here, only the small children looked at him with curiosity, and dared approach and attempt to pet him.
Ruff elegantly indulged the youngsters. An aggravation he would not endure, from more matured beings.
That huge ghetto was a dissonance of hues and sharp lights, draping over the mountains from summits to margins of the river below, looming over their edges into marbled waters. Despite the state of decay, disclosed by the building's walls and people's clothes, the fragrances were a symphony to Ruff's nose. Luscious, yet cacophonous. The kind that would make finding something by scent, nigh impossible.
As an encouragement to himself, Ruff repeated out loud, the words that so many others have said to him and vice-versa.
"Ray rhe Rorce ree rwith roooou!"[1]
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